This is a multi chaptered story. I write when I've got time though. I'm preparing for the LSAT in a few weeks, so depending on my mood / stress level. This definitely does help me release stress though :) I'm also aware this may not be entirely "in character." But it's in character to me inside his head, in this story. Again, not proofread. XD
I think I'm drowning
Asphyxiated
I wanna break this spell
That you've created
You're something beautiful
A contradiction
I wanna play the game
I want the friction
Peter was running out of time. He paced back and forth at his camp, his mind completely unaware of the gazes that were locked to his figure. Back and forth he kept going near the fire. Henry had to believe in him. He had to believe, fully, and utterly; unconditionally. Time was running out, and with that, he would lose everything. The night hadn't gone exactly as planned, from Hook to Henry. He'd tried as best as he could to reach out to Hook. The pirate had always liked those dirty games they used to play with various sweets and warm, silken chocolate. The time Hook had spent away from Neverland changed him. Peter couldn't recognize this man. The man he used to know was full of anger, sorrow and excitement, and Peter had tried to be the void that filled the gap in his heart. This one didn't need that gap filled; there was something already there…
'Emma?' No. It wasn't that simple. Hook certainly had feelings for her, but they weren't nearly to the magnitude the pirate's affections used to be for Pan. Perhaps it had been the years pushing Liam's death away from Killian's mind? No. There would always be pain in Hook's heart for the loss of his brother. Perhaps it was something much, much simpler? What if he just…didn't need Pan anymore?
Peter stopped dead in his tracks, a look of horror flashed across his face and he instantly turned to run up into one of the trees. He climbed swiftly, hardly even grasping each branch as he went up. From his perch, he could see a glowing far off in the distance. They were getting closer… Time was running short.
Still, despite the risks of dawdling, Peter sat atop his branch, a finger tracing his lips as he tried to grasp at the memories he hadn't truly appreciated till Hook had left his side. He watched the dim light from the fire twinkle in the distance. What was Hook doing now at this very moment? He rested his head against the tree, closing his eyes as he tried to inhale the smoky air around that fire, or perhaps even get a small whiff of sweet rum and leather. That had always been Hook's smell, regardless of how drunk or sober he was. Peter could recall that smell so distinctly it was like it was yesterday…
Peter ran throughout the forest, laughing as he went, turning around occasionally to see if the pirate was still chasing him. Peter had a particular interest in always playing a bit of cat and mouse before he got close and personal with his pirate. His… A smug smile played at the boy's red lips as he stopped running, waiting to hear the harsh, uneven thuds of his lover's feet chasing after him. Instead, he got only silence.
Peter furrowed his brow as he took a few steps forward, unsure as to where Hook had gone. Did he lose him? He wasn't running that fast. Arms reached out, enveloping his waist and pulling him back before he even had the chance to call out Hook's name. The teen laughed out in surprise as he turned to see Hook had found him.
"Don't think you can out run me," Hook said as he nuzzled his nose into Pan's neck.
Peter laughed as he turned into Hook's embrace. "I can always outrun an adult…" he replied before placing a soft kiss at the crook of the pirate's neck. He broke their embrace, pulling Hook along by the tips of his fingers, which the other easily complied, following behind Pan. "I thought I'd lost you though."
"You'll never lose me," Hook replied, almost too quickly.
Peter scowled, turning away from the pirate. Time stopped here, well, at least for everyone but Pan. While he didn't age, he had a limited amount of time before his life ran out. Could he tell Killian? Should he? Maybe a lie was better… After all, he just needed Killian to believe in him… If he believed Pan was immortal, that only worked in Pan's favor?
Peter led Hook through the foliage of the woods, keeping silent, but his fingers still were firmly clasped into Hook's. Water echoed not far off in the distance and with a few more paces, the pair was standing on the precipice of a river. "This way," Peter said as he walked further down, toward the waterfall.
"We going swimming?" Hook asked.
"No. I have something far more interesting planned," Peter replied suggestively. At the top of the river was a small waterfall, but it still gurgled and rushed water atop its shoulders and down into the river. He looked back at Hook's comically confused features. "Close your eyes."
Hook raised a brow, giving the boy a longing look before submitting. Peter ran behind Hook, hiding away his eyes with his hands and gently guiding the man to the waterfall. The rushing water echoed louder with each step they took, but suddenly got so quiet one could hardly hear it as they entered a small cavern behind the waterfall. Peter pulled his hands away, stepping back to watch Hook's reaction.
Hook stared at the marvel. Instead of rock, it was glistening diamond, smooth and ethereal. "Peter…" Hook whispered, almost as if the cavern would shatter if he spoke too loud. "This is beautiful."
Peter moved behind the pirate, hugging him from behind. "You're beautiful."
Despite the compliment, no positive reaction emitted from Hook, if anything, it was quite the opposite. He seemed to recoil just a bit, and his body went rigid. Peter broke his embrace, watching Hook for a moment. Each time Pan tried to show some form of true affection, Hook always recoiled, yet he'd say things like "they'd always be together," or "you'll never lose me…" How could a man who said such solidifying things recoil so easily? It made Pan mad with confusion.
The teen merely pursed his lips, his brows contorting higher before coming to rest at their natural position. He kicked at a stray diamond, listening to it echo off the water that still rushed down in front of them. "We going to stand here all day, or we going to have a bit of fun?" Peter asked a bit rudely.
Hook turned to him once more, a look of resignation crossing his pristine features. "Why not? This place needs a few dings in the walls anyway…"
Peter sighed, his eyes fluttering open as the memories of hot, naked flesh pressed into each other, or how Hook always gasped just as he found his way inside Pan. Peter rushed the thoughts away from his mind, shaking his head for good measure. Those days were clearly gone. This Hook that Emma brought with her, it wasn't Pan's Hook. He wasn't his. His Hook would have rejoiced at seeing Peter again. His Hook would have embraced him tightly before carrying him off to make love. This Hook wasn't the same. He was almost…too cold. It had been a desperate mistake, but a mistake nonetheless. Pan had tried to apologize a thousand times, but Hook would never hear it out. Though, how do you forgive someone for such an act as that? Pan understood why Hook left, but he'd always thought the man would come back, after all… he would always come back. He'd come back to Neverland thus far…so why wasn't he coming back to him?
